Do you have a brother, that helps you and cares for you? I have a brother that helps me with almost everything. His name is Jay. I think brothers help each other.
Jay and I once did our laundry and didn't brake a sweat. We don't like to clean our room but our Mom sometimes tells us to do it. When our room has a little mess, we clean it up. When our room has almost everything on the floor, we just clean up one section and put the rest under our bed. Mom will always find most of our toys under or over our bed, TV, or in the closet. Jay and I like to make use of most of our toys, like breaking, making, and rebuilding.
He also helps me decide if I should do something like grab what I forgot, how I should waste my money, or just particapate in something that he is going to do. But sometimes he isn't there when I need him. Like when we where at Snow Mountain Ranch, there was a zipline that was about forty feet off the ground. I was scared to climb the pole because I had so many thoughts of me falling. But just when it was my turn I imagined Jay was there and I talked in my head. I decided with my imaginary Jay that I should ride the zipline. My life mostly depends on him but I won't have him when I need him forever. I think should make some decisions on my own when he isn't there and all there is my imaginary brother.
My brother also helps me when I'm hurt and I help him when he is hurt. It's really hard choosing the when he helps me because there are so many times when helps me. I can only remember the one segment of each scene that he helps me or when I help him. Jay and I went to our friends' house for a sleepover and when we got there, all of us played tag and the house is huge on the first level but in the basement it was too narrow except for the rooms. When I was running down the steps I was only paying attention to the people behind me but when I looked what was in front of me it was too late. Bonk went my head when my head hit the wall. Jay stopped and went down the steps faster than me, when got to where I was, our friends explained what happened. I woke up seeing a tissue on my nose and my thumb had a red liquid stain. I used my free hand to hold the tissue againest my nose and when I looked behind me I saw Jay playing the desktop with my friends on either side of him then they saw me and told me what happened, when they explained the whole thing.
I said “ Never to play tag in the basement say I,”. After that we all watched Jay surf the web.
Brothers helping each other is true. Because this is true, isn't it also true that they help other people? My brother means a lot to me because he helps me and we help other people.
Jay and I once did our laundry and didn't brake a sweat. We don't like to clean our room but our Mom sometimes tells us to do it. When our room has a little mess, we clean it up. When our room has almost everything on the floor, we just clean up one section and put the rest under our bed. Mom will always find most of our toys under or over our bed, TV, or in the closet. Jay and I like to make use of most of our toys, like breaking, making, and rebuilding.
He also helps me decide if I should do something like grab what I forgot, how I should waste my money, or just particapate in something that he is going to do. But sometimes he isn't there when I need him. Like when we where at Snow Mountain Ranch, there was a zipline that was about forty feet off the ground. I was scared to climb the pole because I had so many thoughts of me falling. But just when it was my turn I imagined Jay was there and I talked in my head. I decided with my imaginary Jay that I should ride the zipline. My life mostly depends on him but I won't have him when I need him forever. I think should make some decisions on my own when he isn't there and all there is my imaginary brother.
My brother also helps me when I'm hurt and I help him when he is hurt. It's really hard choosing the when he helps me because there are so many times when helps me. I can only remember the one segment of each scene that he helps me or when I help him. Jay and I went to our friends' house for a sleepover and when we got there, all of us played tag and the house is huge on the first level but in the basement it was too narrow except for the rooms. When I was running down the steps I was only paying attention to the people behind me but when I looked what was in front of me it was too late. Bonk went my head when my head hit the wall. Jay stopped and went down the steps faster than me, when got to where I was, our friends explained what happened. I woke up seeing a tissue on my nose and my thumb had a red liquid stain. I used my free hand to hold the tissue againest my nose and when I looked behind me I saw Jay playing the desktop with my friends on either side of him then they saw me and told me what happened, when they explained the whole thing.
I said “ Never to play tag in the basement say I,”. After that we all watched Jay surf the web.
Brothers helping each other is true. Because this is true, isn't it also true that they help other people? My brother means a lot to me because he helps me and we help other people.